Se connecterNikolai POV I watched Anastasia closely as we left the restaurant, her face flushed, her eyes darting nervously at the other patrons. Embarrassment rolled off her in waves, so palpable I could almost taste it. "This is your fault," she hissed, keeping her voice low. "Because of you they all think I'm a slut now." I raised an eyebrow, amused. "My fault? How is that my fault?" "Yes, you're the one who…." She gestured vaguely. "....you know. In the bathroom." "I seem to recall you being an enthusiastic participant." Her face went even redder. "That's not the point, Nikolai." "Then what is the point Anastasia?" "The point is….." She stopped, clearly flustered. "The point is that this people are locals and whenever I end up deciding to come back here again for anything, they're going to look at me and think…." "Think what?" I couldn't help the smirk spreading across my face. "That you'r
Anastasia's POVI stared at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. He'd ruined my plan, sabotaged my date and now he was sitting there, looking insufferably pleased with himself."You need to leave," I said, my voice cold."No." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "I'm comfortable.""I don't care if you're comfortable, I want you to leave now.""And I want to stay." His smirk widened. "So we're at an impasse."I felt my hands clench into fists. "You sabotaged my date and sent him away like some…..some…..""Like some, what?" He tilted his head. "Like some poor fool who didn't know he was walking into a trap?""I wasn't trapping him.""No?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then why were you using him to make me jealous?""I wasn't…..""Don't lie to me, Anastasia." His voice was sharp, cutting me off. "You chose a week without sex just to prove a point and now you're suddenly acting out, trying to get a reaction out of me, you're playing games.""I'm not playing games.""You are." He leaned f
Anastasia's POVI had Zara over at the penthouse, my closet completely ransacked as I held up dress after dress, trying to find the perfect one."What about this?" I asked, holding up a red number.Zara barely glanced at it. "That's too much.""This one?" I held up a black dress."Too boring."I sighed, tossing it aside. "You're not being very helpful, Zara.""I'm being honest." She leaned back on the bed, watching me with an amused expression. "I still don't understand why you're so stressed about this. It's just coffee with some random guy."I turned to face her, my hands on my hips. "It's not just coffee, I want to make a statement and pass a message across. I'm going to look so good that Nikolai won't be able to think about anything else."Zara raised an eyebrow. "So you're getting all dressed up to impress the guy?""I'm getting all dressed up to annoy Nikolai." I grabbed another dress, it was a deep emerald green that hugged every curve. "The guy is just a means to an end."Zar
Nikolai's POVI was in the middle of a conversation with a few executives from Anastasia's company when I saw it.A man walked up to her, I recognized him he was one of the senior advisors of my company. The smile he had on his face when he walked up to her made my blood run cold.I watched as he leaned in, said something that made her laugh. Watched as she touched his arm, her fingers lingering just a moment too long and the way she smiled at him with that easy, genuine smile that she rarely gave me.I knew exactly what she was doing, playing a dangerous game trying to make me jealous. Trying to get a reaction out of me and to punish me for ignoring her.And it was working.I felt the rage building inside me, it was hot and uncontrollable. My hands clenched into fists beneath the table. My jaw tightened. My vision narrowed until all I could see was the two of them, her laughing, him leaning closer, the way she didn't pull away.I glared at Elias, who was standing nearby. He caught
Anastasia's POVI was in a foul mood the entire morning, every little thing irritated me. From the way my coffee was too hot, to my secretary's voice was too cheerful and the way the documents on my desk seemed to multiply the moment I looked away.I lashed out at everyone who crossed my path. My secretary. The mailroom boy. Even poor Elias, who'd done nothing wrong except exist in my general vicinity.I couldn't help it.All this happened because before I'd left the penthouse this morning, I'd made a move on Nikolai. A deliberate, calculated, completely shameless move snd he'd ignored me.He'd looked right through me like I was invisible. Like the night before hadn't happened. Like the way he'd held me in his sleep meant nothing.He was punishing me, I knew that. I'd chosen the week-long abstinence, and he was determined to make me suffer but knowing that didn't make it any easier to bear.I was so frustrated that I couldn't think straight. I needed to do something reckless. Somethi
Anastasia POVI woke up to the feeling of something warm and heavy wrapped around me. For a moment, I was disoriented, my mind still fuzzy with sleep. Then I felt the arm draped across my waist, the steady rhythm of breath against my neck, and the familiar scent of his cologne.Nikolai.I turned my head slowly, careful not to wake him, and found myself staring at his sleeping face. He looked different like this, he looked softer, younger, almost vulnerable. His dark lashes rested against his cheek, his lips slightly parted, his brow smooth and unguarded.He was cute, really, unfairly cute and then the memories from last night came flooding back.The club. The dancing. The drinking. The puking.Oh no.I pressed my hand to my forehead, completely mortified by the memories. I'd puked on him. I'd puked on Nikolai Stavros, the most controlled, composed, infuriatingly put-together man I'd ever met.I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.I needed to get out of there before he woke up and re
Nikolai POV I stepped out of her office, the door closing behind as I stepped into the quiet hallway feeling accomplished. I stood there for about three seconds before any further step.I took the elevator down, my hands in my pocket as I thought of the way Anastasia carefully read the contract, r
ANASTASIA’s POVOh…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!Was he serious? Like…actually serious? Or had he somehow lost a screw?I let out a forced chuckle. ‘’Tell me you’re joking.’’ I snapped, my judgemental gaze trailed on him. But his face remained the same with no amount of a smile or mockery i
ANASTASIA’s POV2 MONTHS LATER, NOTTING HILL, LONDON. ‘’Oh cut the bullshit, Bianca!’’ I screamed over the phone, my hand hovering over the lit screen in front of me.I was in my office, battling the worst headache ever after a board room clash and the Bianca was the least of my worries.It was D
ANASTASIA’s POVThe instructions I’d given myself were simple. Fly to Monaco, secure the contract with the foreign investors, and head back to London proving once again why I was the undisputed head of Reeds and associates. Rivals didn’t line up around the block trying to ruin me just because I w







